Johnny writes a letter to Santa

Dear Santa

Can I have another Action Man to help complete my collection, I already have Action Man, pilot, Action Man sailor, Action Man commando, Action Man frogman, Action Man paratrooper and I'd love some more please Santa please.

love

Johnny

So Johnny stuff this up the chimney and Johnny goes to off bed
.

Christmas morning comes and Johnny runs downstairs to find a box beneath the Christmas tree, with trembling hands he rips off the paper to find an empty box,

puzzled he turns the box over to see

Action Man Deserter

Daisy was a buttercup
Confusing, some might say...
But not as much as gayfeather
Who wasn't even gay.

Now are the trousers of our discontent, made into glorious curtains by Mrs Miggins poodle, Fluffchuck.
As the peas of solemnity role through the ventricles of ours souls, we tock, tick, tock and hop to the finish line of the working week.
It is after all, better to have loved, lost and shuffled the cards than to have played a bagpipe duet with George Fornby in the support slot at a Motorhead gig my little pickles.
The Cheese of time grows mould on our shoulders. The Glistening potentiality of the weekend blows us French kisses.

And the pubs are open.

Slowly the clock of my sanity prowls the halls of pune, poking the badgers of reason into clusters and sweeping them down the stairs. Hardly lit corners of circular rooms can't fill up with dust in this wind you know.

I wonder
is there deference
between
Paris Clinton
and
Hilary Hilton
?

O, Jasper, Jasper, wherefore art thou Jasper?
Deny thy otter and refuse thy paper clip dispenser
Or, if carnations wilt not, be but shorn my hairdresser
And I'll no longer be a catapult.

The Cows of Ka pie,
Have only one eye
And frequently walk into trees.

The blue Cows of Pounce
Can spit by the ounce.
And have a strong liking for cheese.

The Cows of Poltroon
Sing songs out of tune
And drive people quite round the bend

The Cows of Nuk Nall
Do precisely fuck all.
And that’s where my story must end.

Be oblong and have your knees removed.

If only I had the power,
to fold soup.
Or knit Fog.
I would be truly fit to live in this world.

was finding a human in the bathtub.

Sleep well blogland.

Pleasant dreams.

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